VOGUE Magazine has always been a thorn in the sides of women.
While "style" may be indestructible, it certainly goes out of favor in rapid fashion. One month everything is all bosoms and cleavage and the next month they expect you to be flat chested. Smoking is a sign of women's freedom, and then the next minute it makes one smell terribly bad. Bother.
Until the hatching of that Anna Wintour creature, Vogue was a magazine of real style and substance. Ms. Wintour has reduced it to an advertising monthly.
But back in its heyday, Vogue tackled some really difficult topics like "fem" odor, why it was better to keep the teeth you have instead of the type you put in a cup and the importance of looking good after childbirth ("No husband wants to comfort a hot sweaty dying woman who has exhausted her value to him.")
Of course Vogue has missed a few calls in its day. Its most notable mistake was promoting a full bosomy woman in April of 1922, then turning around and declaring the flat chested flapper the style icon of the decade. "It isn't like a men's collar that one can attach to a shirt, or toss away when it get dirty. Do the editors of Vogue not understand that a woman's bosom is attached?" wrote H.L. Mencken.
Needles to today, it still lurks on the nation's magazine stands, and in the homes of people who claim to love it, although the truth is, they only buy it because it makes them look fashionable when they carry it home.
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